Riona&Gilderoy
Riona really couldn't imagine being a prefect. It seemed like a thankless job without any real added benefit. Sure they received their own bathroom, but was that really worth the heckles and headaches that the other students gave them? Still, she had to admire anyone who could put up with it.
Seven seemed like a rather large amount of years between people, but she kept her mouth shut. If her parents found it prudent to marry her to someone that much older than herself (or older), she would only have to nod her head in agreement and welcome her fiance into her arms.
"Oh, I'm sure Amycus wouldn't mind one dance without me," she said with a smile. It only grew as she watched his expression change. She was sure there was much else to weigh down Gilderoy's mind, but he needed to think of happier things now. They were at a party after all! She stood up, holding her hand out to him.
"What do you say? Will you escort me back inside?"